grown-ish

When you hear about college,

it's often described as the time of your life.

Bliss, paradise...

...utopia.

But when you're in it,

sometimes all you feel is the stress,

...the pressure...

...and the loneliness.

What the hell's going on?

Hey.

Everything all right?

Yo, I'm about to Postmates this Jimmy John's.

You want in?

The halls were just flooded with EMTs

because they thought a student killed themselves.

H-How are you even thinking about food right now?

I'm sorry, okay?

Everybody copes with stressful situations differently,

and I'm just trying to process what happened to P.J.

So I ask you again... do you want a tasty sandwich or not?

Are you for real?

Get me a six-inch Perfect Italian.

Son, this P.J. shit is nuts.

Yo, thank God that his roommate saw this morbid-ass tweet

and called 911.

Can you imagine what would've happened to him?

They did a sweep of his room and said they found some pills.

He didn't take any.

But they did find some.

This whole situation is on me.

What?

Yeah, I have a confession to make, okay?

I saw P.J.'s tweet, but I scrolled past it

to watch a video of a monkey from Thailand attack a man.

Bro, this... this is isn't on you.

P.J.'s been tweeting about being depressed.

I feel like everybody is.

It's crazy to me. I don't get it.

So, like, since when has it ever been cool to be depressed?

Since all these rappers started confessing about their struggles

and everybody thought that shit was cool.

I swear, every time I'm on IG,

I'm seeing people post about their feelings and what meds they're on.

Yeah, but that's what I'm talking about...

people doing it just for the flex.

Like P.J.

He was all about that whole sad-boy wave.

But that doesn't mean the guy wasn't really suffering.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah, but it's impossible

to tell who's really doing it for the flex

or who's actually struggling.

Maybe, but this... this happened way too close to home.

So I'm going to make it my mission,

I'm gonna do whatever it takes

to find out if anyone who's living here

is really going through something

or they're just... you know, walking around being dramatic.

Oh, I'm sooo depressed!

My life is literally just over.

This dude hasn't left the house for 2 1/2 years.

Uh, did y'all not hear what I just said?

Uh, Zoey, we're watching a documentary

about an 800-pound man named Robert

who's fused to his couch.

So, uh...

- Big Rob's life is over. - You're being melodramatic.

- Yeah. - I'm not.

My major got declined.

Um... I didn't get into the School of Fashion, so...

Again, Big Rob can't see his own penis.

Why would they reject you?

I don't know.

Something about having a low GPA

and being on academic probation

and dropping some mandatory fashion class last semester.

- It's literally insane. - Come here.

- I know, this really sucks. - Mm-hmm.

But you're still gonna do the Fundie Run, right?

No!

God, I have no desire to run around half-naked

in a race that's supposed to celebrate declaring a major!

Which I don't have!

On the bright side, you don't need one to run.

- We did it when we were freshmen. - Mm-hmm.

Whupped everybody's ass, too.

And we're gonna do it again this year.

You guys do realize, though, it's just chaos in underwear?

- It's not, like, a real race. - Oh, baby girl,

when you've been training all year for the NCAA finals,

everything in life is a race.

If I wasn't wearing wedges, I would've had that ass.

I don't think y'all get it.

This isn't about some stupid race.

I mean, sure, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic

by saying my life is over,

but my dream of majoring in fashion is.

I mean, Robert had dreams, too.

All right. Excuse me. Hey, guys!

Thank you so much for taking the time to be here.

I really do appreciate it. Let's get to it.

- I wanted to... - Yo. Yo.

What time does the shrimp truck come?

There's a slight delay on the shrimp truck.

In the meantime, I thought we could, you know,

- roundtable a bit, chop it up. - Wait. Wait, wait.

Like, how long are you talkin' for the shrimp, though?

Five minutes.

Like... Like a regular five or Black five?

There's no shrimp. I don't have shrimp.

I'm sorry. There never was a shrimp truck coming.

- I don't have the money for it. Sorry. - You got me

all up, Aaron, okay?!

I understand your frustration, Rafael, I do,

but I gathered you guys here to discuss mental health.

That's what we need...

No, we need... Guys, come on.

- We need this. - I told you,

you can't promise Black people shrimp, bro.

Whatever. I decided that it was best to check in

after what happened to P.J. That's our friend.

I just want to see how everybody's feeling.

Hungry, ! Hungry!

Funny. Anyway...

The school gave me

this cool, little crisis prevention handbook,

and I just want to float a few questions by you.

Here we go. First question...

does anyone have a history of mental illness in their family?

No?

Gran-Daadi Vikash heard voices.

Okay.

Good. Uh, second question...

Do you ever feel despondent and don't know why?

Oh, so, I'm the only one that feels a little melancholy

when my head hits the pillow at night.

Great. Appreciate the participation.

Does anyone besides Vivek

ever find themselves anxious about the future?

I mean...

I feel anxious about the lack of shellfish in my future.

Yo, come on, man,

he's trying to do something, bro.

- Be serious. - Thank you.

O-Okay. Well, seriously,

if I had a problem,

I wouldn't sit around here, being sad and anxious.

I'm gonna either pray it out,

I'm-a sweat it out...

...or if that don't work, I'm gonna light up.

Okay, so...

Yeah, you must be living your best life,

Okay, okay.

So, I understand that you guys think

that what I'm trying to do is whack,

but I'm really just trying to create an environment

so that we can have an open dialogue

about what's really going on in our lives, okay?

So please, bear with me.

Are any of you experiencing

a sense of isolation or depersonalization?

Um... I'm sorry.

I don't even know what that means.

It's like when you feel disconnected

or not like yourself.

You're, like, the passenger in your own mind.

Kind of like how, uh, Kid Cudi felt

when he made the "Pursuit of Happiness".

- You know that song? - Yeah. Okay, yeah.

In that case,

I've been hella depersonalized before.

Okay, good! This is great.

Communication, dialogue.

Now, has anyone ever felt like a rapper

whose name starts with Lil' or thought about,

I don't know, getting face tattoos?

Okay.

All right.

All right. Well...

I think we need to get these people some shrimp.

I just don't want to let anyone down.

There's so much pressure.

Between trying to keep my grades up

and missing my family,

I feel like sometimes I can't even shake the sadness.

I get that.

There's sometimes I wake up and I feel like I just, you know,

can't get out of bed.

Okay, so, when you guys feel like this,

how do you go about dealing with it?

- I don't. - You don't?

Wait, but you don't think you should, I don't know,

talk to a counselor or therapist just to,

- you know... - I did that.

Over at the health center.

It was a joke.

Like, a 2-week wait for a 15-minute appointment

with some old White lady who kept telling me

I look like some actress named "Jackée".

That's why I don't mess with it.

You just... ride it out.